November 14th

I used up all my good karma yesterday, whoops. Right from the start the day did not like me, I knew it when I saw the sunshine. On my way to the cafeteria, I don't have class until three on Wednesday, I thought that it would be a good idea to take my coat off. I mean hey, the sun is shining, it's really warm, I don't do well with hot weather; it seemed like a good idea. It was until my lunch card, which is what I use to purchase my lunch, flew out of my glove, over the railing, and onto the railroad tracks. I admit I had a moment of stupidity where I considered jumping over the railing to grab my card. Obviously I didn't, otherwise I'd be writing this with a pen from a hospital bed or be pushing up daisies. I made it to the cafeteria, late, and had to tell the woman in the little crous booth that I had lost my card. She asked where on campus and which day. I told her that I had lost it walking to school this morning. Her reply, "oh." That's the universal "well you're screwed" response. Tony, I'm not feeling greeeeat about this. I had to then fill out a card form and show her my student id only to be told that my new card wouldn't be ready til Friday. Not greeeeat yet. I sighed and slinked up the stairs into the cafeteria and paid in cash. Yeah I was THAT girl today. Damnit all. Class also took a crap on my lap, sort of. Elina and I sat in the very back, as usual. It was easier to sit there  since then you can see everything and you don't have the evil old woman who hates Anglos staring at you. That's not my teacher, my teacher is a sweetheart. No there is a mean old prune taking medieval history that loves to point out after class that the foreign students haven't absorbed the entire lecture. Oh, and she refuses to help us she just likes to jab us with observations. No crap we don't  understand the whole lecture lady. French isn't our native language and we've only been here for two months! People who claim it's not that hard are on heroin. I'd love to ship so many people off to the States, this lady deserves Mississippi, just to have a flavor of the difficulty. That's why sit in the back, to avoid all that. Well, turned out to be an awesome decision since two guys were already sitting there. Elina and I both simultaneously said, "whatever", and kept our seats. I was hoping that these two guys weren't smartasses, they weren't. They were dumbasses. Maybe twenty minutes into the two hour lecture, I received a piece of paper/a note from the French besties. It read, something along the lines of, "Do you girls want to go to Vermont state with us? I'd be cool since we're French guys." Ok, what the hell? I turned to dumbass number two and said, "Vermont? Really?" They retracted the note and left me alone after that. But seriously let's think about this, out of all the States in America why Vermont? I know it has ski resorts during the winter, but during the rest of the year it's pretty plain. The rest of class was weird since dumbass number one and two kept whispering and shuffling pieces of paper between each other. Girls back home, I hate to disappoint but all men are the same worldwide; they're some kind of ass.